Poetry
Regenesis
You hovered o’er the waters
as you hovered o’er my soul.
For I was void and without form
darkness brimmed my soul.
You spoke light into being
as you illumed my heart.
You rent my darkness from your light
my soul aroused to start.
You reforged me in the image
of your righteous holy one.
And charged my soul be fruitful
Til its time on earth be done.
Worship
I offered my worldly wealth to you,
Yet my gift did not impress.
I committed my time to work your deeds,
Still my soul you did not bless.
I enslaved my body, broke its demands,
But it brought not your delight.
I stood on the corner and preached your word,
And my efforts afforded no light.
I sought out the poor and answered their need,
Still your joy lingered far, far distant.
Daily I studied your word with zeal,
Although your peace was nonexistent.
Sacrifices were my next pursuit,
Though I failed your delight to gain.
I struggled mightily to do the right,
Yet in my heart I felt but pain.
I finally stopped and searched your heart,
My soul required its purpose.
I offered you my heart, my soul, my all
And you reveled in my worship.
The race
once upon a time
there were two men
who set out to run a race
the first man
being an experienced runner
trained hard
set goals
and never let his eyes
stray from the prize
while the second man
being just a rookie
took it easy
enjoyed life
and never trained for the race
when the day
for the big race
finally came
the first man
being the mature athlete
got to the race early
to warm up and prepare
while the second man
that eager young lad
got to the race just minutes ahead of time
stripped off his warm up suit
and sprinted to the starting line
when the race began
the second man
a young man full of energy
took off as fast
as his feet would carry him
while the first man
the well prepared runner
began running at a steady pace
as the race dragged on
the second man
the unprepared youngster
began to tire
his mind began to wander
he thought about enjoying life
he thought about taking it easy
and he thought about how tired he was
while the first man
the one who trained hard
kept his mind on the goal
kept a steady pace
persevered (even when it hurt)
and did not falter
when the race was over
the second man
the immature man
the rookie
was no where to be found
while the first man
the mature runner
the one who pressed on to the goal
claimed the prize
once there were two men
who set out to run the race of life
the first man
a humble servant
forgot the treasures of this world
and strained on to the prize
while the second man
a worldly man
indulged in pleasures
and gained all this world
had to offer
when the race was over
the second man
the man’s man
was no where to be found
while the first man
the godly man
the mature child of the King
the one who focused on the prize
reached out and grasped the crown of life
Scott A. DeLoach 